She’s also a fucking liar.
The darkness has retreated for now, but its whisperings of mistrust remain. She says she's infertile, but her scent, and taste, say differently. The others aren't looking for it, but it's there — broken bodies have a smell. Our primal Alpha senses would be able to tell if she wasn't capable of breeding... but she smells so fucking ripe. So ready to have her belly swell with the evidence of our bond.
Breed. Mate. Claim. Fuck.
I don’t want a baby, but my hindbrain is on high-alert, searching for any hint of her heat and the chance to fuck my seed deep into her belly.
I shake my head side-to-side to dislodge the errant thoughts. They loosen. For now. But they’ll be back.
She waves goodbye to the little family and turns to see who is waiting for her next.
"Omega Specialist Sparks."
Prime Alpha Zero's towering frame ducks under the door of the supply tent.
“I have the Beta soldiers you requested to speak to.” He clicks his tongue and two young male soldiers enter the tent.
I’m instantly alert.
I don’t give a shit if they’re Betas or Alphas. There is no male alive who wouldn’t be attracted to our Omega. I’m ready to defend my Omega with extreme violence if necessary.
“Report your intel to Omega Specialist Sparks, soldiers," Zero instructs, eyes narrowed at them with dubious belief. Prime Alphas make life or death decisions for their subordinates. Having accurate information is crucial in making the right choice and he doesn't trust their unverified report to be wholly accurate.
The two Betas stand with their spines straight and their hands clasped behind their backs. Their faces are impassive and their eyes stare forward at nothing. The picture of military precision.
The one on the left is tall and lean, but I can see the thick muscle in his thighs from his daily physical training. The one on the right is younger, his face still round with youthful chub, but he’s tall too. Both have sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. Maybe they’re brothers.
I creep closer to the supply tent, moving on silent feet and keeping to the mid-afternoon shadows.
“Ma’am. We were deployed by Prime Alpha Zero to escort a cohort of Beta settlers to the Talonpoint settlement. Upon our arrival, we were met with a Omega who… well, she took charge and no one, not even the Prime Alpha stationed there, argued with her. She introduced herself as Ember,” the young soldier says.
My heart pounds.
This is not good.
No, no, no.
It's happening again. And just like last time she heard news about these damn friends of hers, she’ll leave us for them.
“And you’re sure she was an Omega?” Halley asks.
“Yes, ma’am. We were only there overnight, but, er,” his eyes rake up Halley from head to toe, “no offense, it’s hard to miss an Omega when you see one.”
Who does this fucker think he is looking at my Omega’s body like that? Lingering on every curve with a raised brow of interest. My skin crawls and my fingers twitch. If he so much as moves to touch her, I’ll dig his eyeballs out of his skull.
Halley nods pensively.
Panic rises. I creep closer to the tent and inhale.
She smells sweet and trusting.
Fuck.Fuck.She believes them.
Now that she knows where one of her strays is, she's going to leave. Again.
“Did you see any other Omegas?” she asks, her hands clasped together in a plea. "There would have been a small Omega, delicate like a pixie, and a male Omega, he might’ve even looked like a Beta to you."
The two soldiers exchange a glance, and then the one on the right answers, “No, ma’am. She was the only one.”
